And It Changes

Will it come again like this?
￼Will we ever get it right?
￼It is always as it is,
￼And it passes.
￼Never as it was,
￼Yet always somehow bright,
￼Always somehow sweet
￼In its changes.
￼We will never get it right.
￼It will come again, but not like this.
￼It is always as it is,
￼And it changes.